A Seat at Teacher's Table ~Miss Spencer vs. Rainbow Mika~

Spencer was hurt. She needed to get up though, to get moving, if she wanted any chance at turning this match around. She could barely find the energy to move though, still lying facedown upon the mat, her eyes closed and her breath short and ragged. She honestly, honestly felt out of her element in a match like this, and didn't think she would be able to find the chance she needed.

Still though, the teacher was stubborn. After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes partway, taking one more big, deep gulp of air. Then, she simply started to push herself up, trying to get up to her hands and knees at the very least. Even that felt like a gargantuan effort to the blonde teacher though, as she pushed and strained to get herself up.

And all the while, Dixie sat outside, watching the two women with a tight, focused gaze, taking great interest in the match.

As Spencer pushed up to her hands and knees, the pieces of the table still leaning against her fell to the side, and with a bit more effort the teacher finally began to rise up to her feet, rising up out of the wreckage around her. It took several more long moments, but eventually the teacher was up on her feet. She looked shaky as hell, but she was up, and in her eyes that was a minor victory.

Once back up, she took a step backwards so that she was by the ropes, leaning back against them, taking shorting, staggered breathes, blinking several times to try and clear her vision. She glanced across the ring, noticing that Mika was back up as well. She was unsure of herself, unsure of how to continue; a single mistake at this part would cost her the match.

So, the teacher did the only thing she could think to do: she waited, leaning against those ropes to try and gather her energy. Her eyes never left Mika's body, watching the Rainbow Warrior as intently as she could, not wanting to get caught off guard by anything her fellow blonde might try.

Even though she was watching Mika so intently, Spencer was still caught unaware by the charging, spinning kick. For a brief moment, she was amazed at how fast Mika had recovered and came after her, stunned at how quickly the Rainbow Warrior crossed the ring towards her. The next moment, Mika's boot slammed right into her face, the impact from the attack enough to knock Spencer backwards, over the ropes that she had been leaning against, and right out of the ring. The teacher hit the floor, landing in a dazed, groggy heap outside of the ring, looking even worse than she did before. Still though, she wanted to get back into this, and even with the sudden headache that Mika had given her, she tried to push back up to her hands and knees, her natural stubbornness taking over in full as she desperately tried to rise back up again.

Of course, she didn't notice that she had fallen right in front of the announcer's table, and nearby sat Dixie, the cowgirl leaning back in her chair and watching with a slight grin, an amused expression on her face.

It took quite a bit of effort, but eventually Spencer would be back up on her feet again, still looking groggy, almost lost outside of the ring. Seeing her opponent, her enemy, the masked Mika come sliding out of the ring though, did a great deal in helping to snap her out of her daze. She didn't have much time to try to dodge, taking the shot to her forehead, reeling back from Mika after it struck her. The teacher wasn't going to just let the pigtailed blonde wail on her however. She tried to shake off the clubbing blow, stepping back towards Mika again. Her own arm raised up, drawing back then launching forward, trying to return a blow to Mika in the form of a quick, hard chop to the center of her chest. She was desperate now, running on fumes, and was desperately praying inside herself that the attack would have some effect on the tough, masked blonde.

"Aa-AAGH!" Spencer cried out, Mika's chop nailing her right in her chest. The teacher stumbled back from Mika, her ample breasts bouncing ever-so-slightly from the impact of the hard, knife-edged chop, her hands reaching up to hold her chest as she reeled away. She stared at Mika for a moment, afterwards, gasping in both shock and dislike towards the girl, before suddenly lunging right back towards her. Up came her arm again, swinging at Mika's chest for a second time, with another hard chop. The teacher let out a shout as she did this, putting as much tired strength as she could muster behind the attack, her locking her gaze with the masked woman's as she bounded in one more time towards her.